| I just wanna rap, Babylon wanna wrap me
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| Cuff me on my line, with my little girl lookin' at me
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| My nigga had you robbed, you tried to cop
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| Bull you shoulda got at me
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| I’m starin' in the mirror, my nigga all I see is Larry
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| Nose full of clam, businessman, no secretary
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| Sucka want me down but the nigga never said it to me
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| Illests niggas out, remember that you said
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| They want that fake shit all the time
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| Till the point that they forgot they know me
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| Hard to face the Don, on so much 'Ron you’ll never get to know me
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| They ain’t with the shit that nigga Amp’ll have you fixed for me
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| Blow’ll have you stabbed, C-Bo my only big homie
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| Niggas on parole, Lil' brodie gotta piss for him
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| Niggas on the Xans make your bitch suck our dicks for 'em
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| Only buy work from the (?) till we get strong
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| Toss you in the surf they won’t find you till you just bone
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| Sixty in the chop, don’t got a Glock 'less the clip long
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| We see our sisters crying Babylon taking they loves away
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| Mamma crying Babylon taking her son away
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| Just for trying to shine take your time and find a way
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| Sickness in our eyes they love the Mob we know the way
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| Hunnid in our ride time to slide we on our way
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| Not too many tries but this time we on our way
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| They ain’t taking lives they not with me
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| Killas in our ride we on our way |